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Clouds, the clouds diffuse a sad and somewhat somber hue;Wind, the wind bemoans her loss of reins and calm control;Crows, the crows flee men of straw,..
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Mid Uzi shots from vacant lots, which strike and ricocheta painted girl with flaxen curl (named Wendy)’s on her wayto tantalise with half-clad t..
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I’ll always remember the
moment we met...
(Haunting woodlands
in springtime, your slim silhouette)
the glint in your eyes
sparked a tem..
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You shelter me through tempest storms �" indeed, you are my friend.You never try to change my ways, instead you interblend;I’m free ..
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The sinking sun is now undone, the sky is fading redand shadows prowl neath cloak and cowl for midnight lies ahead.Abo..
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His name was Brown, his face was blackhe walked alone outside ashack.A siren sang across the trackand signaled clear the next attack.A man in blue (a ..
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Your tears do not become your eyes.Would my guitar weep in their steadto drench and drown the shade that tries,and charm a smile when woe has fled,the..
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1The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud as he beats of humanity wrapped in a shroud.Well he beats of the rape and the killing of war a..
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1.There once was a couple of catsWho engaged in continuous spats. The result was a tie When each scratched out an eye �"An old-Bi..
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A sylph appears beneath
the night -beguiling smile and
touch invite...As honey flows and nectar
drips,Sweet laughter ripples
'cross her lips...Her..
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